Did substitute number 54 play today?

Han Yi glanced back at Wang Daojie and the others. He had come to stir things up, and since they were so cooperative, there was no need for unnecessary complications—it was time to get straight to business. Witnessing this, Sasuke, gasping for breath, finally deactivated his Sharingan and collapsed weakly to his knees.

Xiang Chong suddenly leapt up again, a white cloud rising above his head. From the cloud emerged a divine general: red hair, blue face, jade-green eyes, and tusks, riding a black dragon and wielding a golden whip to battle the fire dragon.

If the media outside ever learned that Long Jingteng, usually cold as an icy mountain, was now showing such a gentle demeanor, they would surely make a huge fuss. Who knows how many of his fans would end up sobbing in the restrooms.

With a thunderous crash, the tentacle, massive as a mountain, rushed forward. He raised his long halberd, intending to shatter it, but instead of breaking the tentacle, he was sent flying hundreds of meters himself.

He encouraged himself inwardly: No one will notice, the plan will proceed smoothly.

After all, things were in chaos now. Gao Feifei was still pondering how to untangle the clues, a bit lost.

When Zhang Miao entered the ninja academy, it happened to be the end of class. Groups of children were leaving the classrooms in twos and threes.

At Yan Zhanpeng’s insistence, Fang Yan booked a room in a nearby hotel, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes. Yet, he ignored Zhanpeng’s advice to rest and instead returned straight to the hospital, which moved Zhanpeng deeply.

Just moments ago, he had not only stumbled upon his father in the most embarrassing situation but had also photographed the scene, and worst of all, Zhang Miao had used that photo to extort two hundred thousand from his father. Now Zhang Miao wanted him to take more photos, leaving him helplessly looking to Uchiha Fugaku.

Strangely, hearing Prince Chike say Chen Wuye had disappeared brought me a sense of relief. Someone as formidable as Chen Wuye—if he died, it would be spectacular, not some mundane fate like being eaten by a shark or having his skull smashed by a merman.

Nearby, some faces wore expressions of awe, for Ye Xuan was truly extraordinary. So young, yet he had cultivated to the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao, nearing the level of the sect leaders. Among his peers, each felt a pang of envy and unease.

Deputy General Zheng dared not utter another word. Just as he was about to leave in disgrace, a middle-aged man walked over.

Because he was heading to India, Qin Lang had long prepared an item from the world of cultivation. Long Feng nodded, saying nothing more.

So far, he had killed twenty-two enemies, never encountering any danger, and had only acted once.

It wasn’t that Long Feng was overthinking, but lately, both he and Yang Mi had become trending topics. Any hostile faction with intent would certainly be aware of them.

Long Feng nodded again. Though the Western middle-aged man spoke reassuringly, Long Feng was not so easily trusting, his gaze turning cold.

As soon as Long Feng’s third uncle finished speaking, every eye turned toward Long Feng, each gaze unfriendly.

Mei Yan Yu, seeing Luo Tian’s trust in her, resolved to complete the task perfectly and repay him for his protection.

Even if she could return to her original world in a hundred days and see her parents again, she must first strive to live well in this world.

At just sixteen, she was promoted to the first team, following the same trajectory as Rooney, Fabregas, and Cristiano Ronaldo in their youth—each a club’s rising star.

As the Holy Lord of the Void finished speaking, a column of light, pitch-black tinged with blood, shot up from the depths of the Primal Holy Land, roaring into the sky.

Behind Qing’er, Xing Honghong saw Sima Wukong arguing with Qing’er and immediately stepped forward, coldly reprimanding Sima Wukong.

Extreme sports trigger a surge of adrenaline, putting every neural cell in a state of relaxation and excitement! Psychologically, having conquered life’s extremes, what else is there to fear?

The fusion of Dao fire caused the entire space to pause for a moment before erupting with endless power to burn the heavens. The explosive force of the Dao fire formed rings of flame, spreading outward.

As soon as the call connected, Ouyang Lanru’s slightly doting voice reached Li Mingqiu’s ears.

The moment it landed, it crushed a nearby eggshell, sending fragments scattering and raising clouds of dust.

He would eliminate anyone who might one day threaten him, killing his enemies before the threat could even materialize.

Watching the distortion in midair, he recognized the spatial fissure created by Bu Yi, a grave expression appearing on his face.

Below, even more forces had arrived, densely packed and encircling the four sides of the imperial city.

Facing the familiar Star Gate, they recalled how they had once desperately fled from here in pursuit of freedom. Now, half a year later, they had returned victorious, each overwhelmed by emotion, words unnecessary.

He wielded an Immortal King artifact and possessed cultivation far superior—how could the battle still end in a tie?

The group split into two, transporting the disassembled Big Ben to the Humble Administrator’s Garden for safekeeping. Chen Xiaoshui was eager to take in the sights of Suzhou, greedily admiring the city by the glow of sunset, marveling at every turn.

With this, certain clues began to emerge. After leaving the Sea of Zen Stones, the route and position of the Storm Battleship were kept utterly secret.

Dark had also overheard what Hao Asakura said to Yashen Yi earlier—he had met Atres Kai, and with Yashen Yi’s comments, he seemed to be a boss who stood up for his family.

“There’s an urgent matter—Comrade Chu, could you come with us to see a patient? His injuries are severe, and no one at our hospital can handle it,” Dr. Luo said hastily, looking at her with eager hope.